#Chapter 32: Emma and Rogue

Evelyn The morning light cut across the room like a blade, slicing through the fragile darkness I clung to. My skull throbbed in time with my heartbeat, a low, persistent pounding that made me groan into my pillow. Everything was too loud, too bright, and the taste of stale liquor clung to the back of my throat. What had I even said last night? I could barely remember how I got home. Only fragments remained from the prior evening. As my aching head tried to recall the previous hours, all I could muster was a flash of cold brick at my back, rough hands, and fear. And then a growl, low and familiar. After that… nothing. I thought I saw my brother... But that doesn't make any sense. I sat up slowly, cradling my aching head in my hands. I should never have gone to that tavern. I should never have let myself spiral so close to the edge, all because Logan had stopped speaking to me. Even if I had told myself that the night drinking was meant in celebration of my final nigh